Arrogant student slapped an old woman unaware who she was until something unexpected happened to her

Joy’s eyes filled with tears immediately. “Mama, what will I do? I’m so sorry for everything. I should not have accepted her apology. I didn’t know she was this evil. Please forgive me.”

The old woman gently held Joy’s hand. “I don’t blame you, my child. You are a good person. You trusted someone you loved. That is not your sin.”

“But Mama, I failed you. I lost what you gave me.”

The old woman’s eyes looked strong. “Don’t worry. Karma will soon deal with her. Evil does not run forever. It always meets its judgment.”

Joy nodded slowly, crying as if her heart were being squeezed.

She turned back and walked home, not even knowing how her feet carried her.

Before she even checked, she already knew the truth.

Her best friend had betrayed her.

Tracy reached the city that same day with her heart beating wildly. She did not go to any friend’s house. She rented a cheap room near a noisy street and locked the door quickly like someone hiding stolen gold.

She brought out the white native pot and placed it on the floor, staring at it with hungry eyes.

“So it’s true,” she whispered with a smile.

She touched the pot three times and said, “Oh, sweet pot, please give me ten million naira.”

Immediately, bundles of money appeared inside the pot.

Tracy screamed and covered her mouth quickly so people outside would not hear. She started laughing, shaking, and crying at the same time.

“Yes! I’m rich!” she whispered loudly. “Money! I love money!”

She spread the cash on the bed, rolled on it like a mad person, and kissed it. Her eyes shone like someone who had been waiting for that moment all her life.

“Joy is foolish,” she muttered. “She doesn’t know what she was holding. Now it’s mine.”

That same day, Tracy entered one of the most expensive boutiques in town. She bought new hair, a new wig, lashes, perfume, shoes that shone like mirrors, and dresses that hugged her body. She walked into a phone shop and pointed like a boss.

“Give me the latest iPhone.”

People started smiling at her, calling her madam, treating her like a big woman. That sweet attention went straight to her head.

By evening, she entered a big salon and did her nails, her brows, everything. She kept checking herself in the mirror and smiling.